A.D. Winans: FOURTH OF JULY POEM

REVISED POEM from a broadside originally published
by Bill Robert’s BOS Press.

          FOURTH OF JULY POEM

 

          stepped on pissed on

          cheated and abused

          taken advantage of blue collar man

          caught up in the American scam

          don’t tell me anyone

          can be anything they want to be

          if they put their mind to it

 

          save your BS for right wing
          hate monger radio hosts

          it’ll never sell in the ghetto

          or to the immigrants

          you’ve turned your back on

 

          take your message to the church

          tell it to the men on death row

          tell it to the starving poor

          tell it to the sick and lame

          tell it to the rich folks

          tell it to the politicians

          tell it to the serial killers

          tell it to Wall Street

          tell it to the man on the gallows

          tell it to the chiseled faces

          on Mount Rushmore 

 

          tell it to the last wino

          on the bowery

          tell it to the banker

          tell it to the butcher

          tell it to the unemployed

          tell it to the panhandler

          tell it to the million families

          living below the poverty level

 

          tell it to the con man

          tell it to the baby found stuffed

          in a garbage can

          tell it to the displaced factory worker

          tell it to the elderly

          tell it to the re-po man

          tell it to the last space alien

          hiding out in Roswell

 

          tell it to the militia

          tell it to the FBI sharpshooters

          at Ruby Ridge         

          tell it to the arsonists

          at Waco, Texas        

          tell it to the junkie

          with dry heaves

 

          tell it to the farm worker

          tell it to the dishwasher

          tell it to the orderlies

          tell it to the flag waver

          tell it to the garment worker

          slaving away in sweat shops

          in Chinatown and the Latin Quarter

 

          tell it to big business

          tell it to corporate America
          tell it to the Supreme Court

          tell it to the blood stained

          NRA

 

          tell it to the Do Nothing Congress

          tell it to the oil barons

          tell it to the tobacco merchants

          tell it to the molested children

          of America

 

          tell it to the priests

          tell it to the Vatican

          tell it to the pharmacy industry

          profiting off the sick and lame

 

          tell it to the millions of people

          dying from air pollution

          and a poisoned food supply

 

          tell it to the man on his deathbed

          not sure why he lived

          or what he is dying for

 

          tell it to Jesus Christ

          shout it to the stars 

          line the traitors up against the wall

          rewrite the Ten Commandments

          and start all over again

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